Update Of Sonnet 129 Poem by Martin McLean
Update Of Sonnet 129
The foul destroyer of love is deceit.
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natrual lust.
So easy for a man to be taken
By eyes, by mouth and by body posture,
No thought of love let desire be shaken
For libido of itself is so sure.
No calculation of the hurt is made
Only those rash moments of want do count
When he from sure constancy has strayed
And fails the fatal allure to surmount.
Every man knows what he is risking
Yet few can resist the thrill of taking.
I tried commenting before but have issues here when using iPhone. I love how it flows off the tongue so poetically when read aloud. This has a humbleness in its honesty. Thank you for sharing. Karen :)
Powerful and almost humble in its honesty This has brilliant flow and falls off the tongue poetically. as I read aloud it made me feel all poetic. Thank you karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Everyman knows what he is risking Yet few can resist the thrill of taking. So very true! Well done, Martin!